Zhang Shun roared, "The bones are about to break!"
Zhang Shun raised his hand to protect his head, only to see the slate falling from the sky, hitting his arm firmly and shattering, and the lime splashed all over the floor. Zhang Ershao was staggered and stepped back a few steps, his back was against the wall, and the shadow above the corridor jumped down immediately, hitting him with an elbow until blood spurted out of his mouth and nose.
"As expected of the Buddha's bone, it's all right." The shadow showed his face in the dim light of the corridor, and he was exactly the same as Chu He, and even smiled: "Speaking of which, Zhou Hui recognized that I was a fake, that's all. How did you recognize me?"
Zhang Shun pushed him away and ran down the corridor: "I won't tell you! Tell you to lie to me next time?!"
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Half an hour ago, Zhou Hui and Zhang Shun arrived at the hospital. Before the car stopped, a person fell from the building, "Boom!" and hit the front cover of the car.
Zhang Shun exclaimed: "Brother!"
Zhang Ershao rushed out of the car, only to see Chu He rolling to the ground, barely getting up and falling down. Zhang Shun immediately helped him up, only to see that half of his face was covered in blood, and blood bubbled from his mouth, and tremblingly pointed upstairs.
Zhang Shun looked up and saw a fire flashing on a certain floor of the hospital building. Every few seconds, white lightning wrapped stones and broken bricks and slashed out of the window. He asked in amazement, "What is that?"
"God Wantiansi... rebelled," Chu He gasped. "The fifth group was wiped out, and they all rebelled."
Zhou Hui got out of the car, but did not come over, and stood there thoughtfully.
"Don't talk! What should I do now? How should I deal with it?" Zhang Shun felt his brother's body was very cold, and his hands were shaking with fright: "Where are you injured! The surnamed Zhou is here to help!"
Only then did Zhou Hui walk over quickly, and put his hand behind Chu He's ear to feel the temperature: "It has to be taken to the hospital for treatment, there may be damage to the internal organs - why did the fifth group rebel? Damn I know it shouldn't be done. Too many people from the Yellow Sect come here, and Yu Jingzhong's idiot doesn't know that he has nothing to suppress."
Zhang Shun gritted his teeth and helped Chu He up and walked towards the hospital building. Most of the power supply system has been destroyed. The backup power supply in the hall can only supply the indicator lights. The elevator cannot be opened at all. The door is dented into a terrifying shape by some external force.
"Go... take the stairs," Chu He said intermittently, as if the blood didn't want money at all, and rushing out as soon as he spoke: "Forget about the fifth group, Yu Jingzhong is locked on the fourth underground floor..."
"No, brother! You lost too much blood and the temperature is too low. You have to go for a blood transfusion first!"
Zhou Hui walked in front without saying a word, only to hear Chu He whispering: "There is a blood bank and a special care unit on the fourth underground floor, we will go there first... But the blood bank has been destroyed, when they were evacuated in an emergency just now, Blowing up the blood bank blocked the passage of guard Yu Jingzhong."
Zhang Shun asked anxiously, "What should we do then?"
The headlights in the corridor were broken, only the emergency lights were on, and many places were very dark. Zhang Shun staggered unsteadily while supporting his brother. Zhou Hui, who was at the forefront, took out his phone to illuminate it, and said without turning his head, "My brother-in-law can just draw some blood for your brother."
Zhang Shun opened his mouth just as he was about to agree. At this moment, Chu He covered his mouth and coughed twice, and said very weakly, "A little blood is enough... You are Buddha's blood, and a little is enough."
As soon as these words came out, Zhang Shun stopped.
His pause was especially noticeable in the darkness, and a moment later a hesitant voice sounded: "But... you are not of the same blood type as me? Does it matter?"
Chu He shook his head and said, "You don't need to pay so much attention to your blood. Besides, there are special equipment in the blood collection room. The impostor Yu Jingzhong used this equipment to extract the Buddha's blood."
Zhang Shun suddenly changed his expression and asked, "Who are you?"
Chu He said oddly, "I'm your brother."
"No!" Zhang Shun suddenly pushed Chu He away: "Who are you?!"
Chu He was pushed back half a step: "What's wrong with you? I'm your brother!"
"No, you're not! - Zhou Hui!"
Zhou Hui turned around calmly, only to see a unique reflection of the barrier wall suddenly flashed in front of his eyes. The thick and invisible barrier suddenly crossed from the corridor to the fire door. "Chu He" put himself and Zhang Shun together. Trapped inside: "I'm your brother—what's the matter? Where did you misunderstand?"
"You're not, my brother doesn't speak in this tone!" Zhang Shun's tone became more and more certain: "It's also you who pretended to be Yu Jingzhong? What the hell do you want my blood for?"
"Chu He" looked at his younger brother steadily, and suddenly laughed for a while. The laughter got bigger and bigger with the shaking of the shoulders, and finally the voice completely changed into another person in the laughter, and the face with Chu He was especially weird: "It's amazing... How did you see it? Zhou Hui gave you a hint?"
"I didn't give him any hints, Yangjin Puntuo." Zhou Hui said calmly, "You have only seen Feng Si's face in seclusion in H City, but you don't know his personality at all, so it is inevitable to reveal flaws."
As soon as the voice fell, the ground suddenly shook under the feet. The vibration was from above the head. The wall ash and gravel slammed off everyone's head. Only vaguely heard the earth-shattering crash and explosion from the upstairs. Zhou Hui looked up and said, "I thought you guys had already captured Feng Si, and I just planned to lure you to take us to him, but now it doesn't seem necessary... Brother-in-law, it will take time to break the barrier, or I'll do it now. Go up and save your brother first, can you hold on for a while?"
"Go!" Zhang Shun immediately pulled his sleeves to reveal the Buddha's seal, and stared at Yangjin Puntuo viciously: "I knew it was wrong, it's really a fake after a long time! Leave it to me to deal with here, damn, I want the blood of Lao Tzu , did you issue a blood donation certificate?!"
Yangjin Puntuo laughed and said, "Don't be so angry, Zhang Ershao, can you tell me a second time?" Then he suddenly pulled out two short daggers from his cuffs and rushed towards him. Fortunately, Zhang Shun's conditioned reflex flashed, and the next second, the blade slashed into the wall against the tip of his nose, and one step later, he cut off his entire nose!
Zhou Hui dodged and ran upstairs, shouting, "He doesn't dare to kill you! And he can't stand the Buddha's seal, so remember to burn him with your palm!"
Zhang Shun shouted: "Go and save my brother!" Then he lowered his head and narrowly avoided the dagger, only to feel a chill on his head, and a handful of hair fell down like this.
Zhang Ershao's haircut that cost 2,000 yuan was cut with a fork, and he was immediately furious, thinking that if you don't show off your arrogance, you really treat me like Hello Kitty, and you can beat me like my brother if you put on my brother's face. Pulled the same? So he used brute force to hold the dagger that Yangjin Pingcuo stabbed, turned over and pressed him against the wall to grab the two short daggers.
No matter how much Yangjin Puntso can resist, he will definitely not be as good as Cursing Corpse. Even the head of the cursed corpse was burned to ashes by the Buddha's seal. Of course, he was even more deadly. During the struggle, his face and arms were scalded several times by the Buddha's seal. painted black.
Yangjin Pingcuo roared in pain, and slashed with a dagger in a frenzy. Zhang Shun was caught off guard and felt a chill in his abdomen, and immediately said that I would wipe it! Immediately retreated like lightning.
However, there are stairs behind him - fighting in the corridor is a narrow space, and as soon as he retreats, the whole person falls down, and ping-ping-pong-pong rolls down the stairs to the next floor. Zhang Shun only felt that his bones were about to break, and when he touched his abdomen, his hands suddenly warmed, but luckily he didn't touch his intestines, so it probably wasn't pierced.
He staggered and wanted to get up. At this time, when he looked up, he saw that Yangjin Puntuo had forcibly pulled a stone slab from the collapsed wall and smashed him down!
Zhang Shun didn't have time to hide at all, he got up and covered his head with his hands, only to feel that his whole body was hit by the slate, and a mouthful of old blood almost spit out from his throat on the spot.
"I have sex with your sister! Take Lao Tzu as a blood cow, and your hands are so black!"
Yangjin Pingcuo jumped down and hit Zhang Shun with an elbow until blood spurted out of his mouth and nose.
This is much more ruthless than Zhang Ershao leading a gang of gangsters to smash the field and grab girls at school. But Zhang Ershao is worthy of being the master who would copy bricks and smash the game hall at the age of seven or eight, and splash paint on his brother's car when he was a teenager. Measured eyes.
Even if you don't get inserted, and you get scorched by the Buddha's seal in the palm of your hand, this pair of tricks will be useless. In desperation, Yangjin Pingcuo had to back away, but Zhang Shun jumped over, and ran downstairs if he didn't want his life!
"How on earth did you recognize me?!" Yangjin Puncuo shouted, "Could it be..."
Yangjin Phuntsuo's ability to disguise is flawless, and it is evident that he can achieve the position of deputy team leader with this skill. Over the years, he has never missed a record twice in a row. If Yan Lanyu's dying beauty Deng'er can find the flaw, it's because Yu Jingzhong has never slept with him, then what happened to this second generation of the rich, has he slept with his brother
Zhang Shun roared: "I won't tell you! Let you know and lie to me again?!"
As soon as the words fell, Zhang Shun stepped on the air, screamed in anger and rolled down the stairs again. Halfway through the roll this time, Yangjin Puntuo jumped down and blocked him, then picked him up, grabbed him with both hands, grabbed his hair and rammed him against the wall. After five or six hits, Zhang Shun's mouth was full of blood, and he turned him over and stepped on his feet.
Zhang Shun spit out a mouthful of blood, Yang Jin Pingcuo wiped his face, and said coldly: "I advise you to be obedient, if I were you, I would try to delay as long as possible to wait for someone to rescue me - but Zhou Hui's hope of coming back is very high. Slim, neither he nor the nine-tailed fox likes Buddha bones very much, so the possibility of deliberately throwing you down as cannon fodder is more likely."
Zhang Shun pouted again: "Why do you think I will believe it?!"
"It doesn't matter if you don't believe it, but for your poor sake, I'll give you a chance to delay." Yangjin Puntuo sneered, and repeated: "How on earth did you recognize me? How could my disguise be possible? Exposed flaws?"
Zhang Shun finally couldn't help but yelled: "The flaw is too big, right?! If it was my brother, when Zhou Hui asked me to draw blood, he would either shut up or simply order me to draw 200cc, absolutely impossible to say. Anything 'just a little', he never said that without an exact amount!"
Yangjin Puntuo sighed thoughtfully, only to hear Zhang Shun say again: "Also, if my question is stupid, he doesn't bother to answer it at all, and if I ask him what to do if his blood type is different, he will definitely ignore me, Most: 'Don't worry about it, just do as I say' - you even patiently explain to me what Buddha blood and what equipment?!"
"..." Yangjin Puntso said, "How many years have you endured your brother's mental abuse?"
Zhang Shun categorically denied: "It's not what you said!" Then he grabbed the foot of Yangjin Puncuo who stepped on his chest and twisted it hard. He came from watching TV to go to school. His neck was twisted and he fell to the ground screaming.
However, Zhang Ershao was not the protagonist's life. Yangjin Puntuo only fell down when he was caught off guard, so pressed that Zhang Shun almost spit his intestines out of his mouth. During the screams, the two rolled down the corridor. Zhang Shun pressed his body against Yang Jin Pingcuo while desperately pinching his neck with his palm. The golden light of the Buddha's seal in the sound of sizzling almost came out of his palm. Tso's eyes bulged out from the burn, his throat creaking, and he tightly grabbed Zhang Shun's fingers, "Kara!" With a sound, his thumb was cut off.
Zhang Shun cried out in pain, and as soon as he let go, Yang Jinpingcuo was turned over, and he was about to bleed his carotid artery with the knife. This is actually a very crazy move, because once the carotid artery is cut, the blood cannot be blocked, let alone extracting the blood of the Buddha to prolong the life of the boss, maybe Yangjin Pingcuo will also be burned to death by the blood of the Buddha on the spot.
Fortunately, Zhang Shun lost his head in pain at this time, and with a loud roar, he grabbed the blade firmly with his hand - instantly the palm with the swastika was cut across, and then Yang Jin Pingcuo subconsciously drew the knife, and Zhang Shun roared in pain again. , in the confusion, he pressed Yangjin Puncuo's open mouth!
It was a struggling coincidence, but something even more surprising happened. Zhang Shun's split palm instantly felt a warm current flowing through his bones, as if something warm and moist was rushing to be sucked into his palm from the Buddha's seal, spread through the blood vessels, spread to the chest cavity, and quickly soaked the whole body; and Yang Jinping Cuo suddenly lay motionless on the ground, his hands and feet were stiff, and his eyes were full of shock.
"You... turned out to be... "
Yangjin Puntuo made a gurgling sound in his throat, Zhang Shun suddenly reacted inappropriately, and immediately pulled his hand back. However, the next scene almost scared him crazy. He saw Yangjin Puncuo's face collapsed quickly, his whole body like a punctured balloon, completely turned into a dry skeleton in a few seconds!
The skeleton made a creaking sound, trying to stretch out its pale hands. Zhang Shun watched the claw-like thing stretched out in front of him, and his mind was completely empty. He let out an eardrum-shattering scream, and crawled away with mad hands and feet.
The skeleton struggled to get up, but then the hand bones and sternum shattered and shattered, and a bunch of skeletons fell off with the skin attached, and Karakala collapsed to the ground motionless.
Zhang Shun: "Ahhh! Ahhh!"
"Zhang Shun!" At this moment, Chu He ran downstairs, stepped over the skeleton in the middle of the corridor, and shouted, "What's wrong? Be quiet!"
Zhang Shun kicked and kicked wildly: "Ah, don't come here! I didn't do it! Don't come over!"
Chu He pressed his brother's chin, forced him to lift his face, and opened his eyelids to make him stare at himself.
Chu He was so injured that he could not support Dharma, and at this time he had returned to the state of an ordinary human body. His face was pale and indifferent, and at first glance there was nothing impressive, but his eyes were bright and calm, extremely divine, as if he had an indescribable power that captivated people's hearts.
Zhang Shun gasped violently and gasped. After a while, his dilated pupils gradually focused, and he reached out and hugged his brother tremblingly.
Chu He obediently let him hug him, and just as he was about to ask what was wrong, his entire body suddenly shook.
"Brother?" Zhang Shun watched Chu He soften, and was startled: "Brother, what's wrong with you... I wiped?!"
The surging power came from the place where his palm touched the Chu River again. This time it was even hotter and more turbulent. If the warm current was just a small stream, this time it was like a tsunami. In an instant, Zhang Shun was stunned by the endless force, and then he saw his brother staring straight at him, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't say it.
"Brother?" Zhang Shun said in a trembling voice, suddenly his eyes fell on Yangjin Puntuo, who was scattered into a skeleton not far away.
In the blink of an eye, he was so excited, he suddenly pushed his brother away and stood up!
Chu He fell silent without saying a word. The next second Zhou Hui flew down from the upstairs, caught Chu He, and quickly checked his pulse.
"I... I don't know anything, what's going on?" Zhang Shun stood by the side with a chill all over his body, looked at his brother and then at his own hand, and shuddered: "Did I take my brother... no, Impossible, how could this be…”
Zhou Hui reflexively punched and knocked Zhang Shun to the ground with a bang!
Zhang Shun's head hit the wall with a "Boom!", and he was stunned in an instant. It took a long while to recover from the severe pain. He saw Zhou Hui hug Chu He horizontally and stare at him condescendingly in the dark.
"It would be great if it weren't for you," he said coldly, the anger in his voice almost hard to suppress: "Without you, everyone would not be where they are today."
Zhang Shun opened his mouth in vain, but he couldn't say a word.
Zhou Hui stroked Chu He's hair, turned around and strode out.
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On the fourth basement floor, a guard stood at the door of the intensive care unit. He seemed to hear something and looked up at the corridor.
The lighting system has been completely destroyed, and only the emergency indicator lights on the corridor are faintly green. The ground vibrated once or twice from time to time, and it was unknown which battlefield was the explosion.
The guard's hand holding the gun tightened, and he looked around vigilantly.
- At this moment, a black shadow silently appeared behind him, and a lightning-like palm slashed at the back of his head.
If this blow was strong enough, it would be enough to break the neck bone, and the guard fell down without even uttering a word. The moment it touched the ground, the shadow caught him first, dragged it to the corner of the wall, and snatched the gun. The whole process was completed in just a few seconds, without even making a sound.
The shadow turned around, and the faint light of the emergency light found his blood-stained face - it was Yu Jingzhong.
Yan Lanyu curled up unconscious in the corner, her chest did not rise and fall in the slightest, Yu Jingzhong put her ear to the boy's chest, and it took a long while to confirm that there was still a weak heartbeat.
He breathed a sigh of relief almost silently, picked up the boy in one hand and carried it on his shoulders, held the gun in the other, and pushed the bullet into the chamber with a click.
Yu Jingzhong is not a very outgoing person. He manages the flat head of an ordinary man, his features dull and boring, tall and sturdy, but not the strikingly muscular body. If he's wearing a workshop uniform, he looks like a workshop worker; if he pushes a cleaning cart, he looks like a cleaner walking around in an office building.
However, when he didn't say a word and stood there with a gun, the kind of bravery, ability and sturdiness that are unique to northern men will make him look extremely scary, and even make people shudder from the bottom of their hearts. .
Yu Jingzhong stood at the door of the ward and did not put down Yan Lanyu. He knew that if he survived today, this young man would certainly survive; but if he misses, both of them will die, and no matter how tightly he hides Yan Lanyu, he will also die.
Yu Jingzhong took a breath and kicked open the door of the ward in the next second.
With a loud bang, the door panel hit the wall and bounced back, and the four guards in the ward jumped at the door at the same time. At the same time, Yu Jingzhong pulled the trigger, bang! One down, one down, one more bang! The second fell. The third shot was fired immediately, the bullet hit the door that bounced back, and Yu Jingzhong kicked the door panel.
The last guard pulled the trigger frantically, but Yu Jingzhong had already dodged into the corridor amid a series of bullet sprays. When the guard saw that the target was empty, he immediately stopped, raised his gun very cautiously and approached the door; however, a hand stretched out from the door frame, and the special watch clearly reflected the scene in the ward and the figure of the guard.
The next second, Yu Jingzhong leaned forward like lightning and pulled the trigger.
With a loud bang, the guard fell to the ground with blood splashing from his chest.
There was a dead silence in the corridor, as if the fierce battle with the bullets flying had never happened, not even the blood gurgling from the guards made any sound. Yu Jingzhong stepped over the corpse and walked to the hospital bed, only to see the old man open his cloudy eyes surrounded by various medical instruments.
"you… "
The old man seemed to try his best to say something, but he could only utter this word for a long time.
"It's time to end," Yu Jingzhong stared at him, his eyes unwavering.
"Even with the power of gods and Buddhas, no one can resist life and death. Your era is over, leave hope to more living people."
The old man stretched out his hand tremblingly, and seemed to realize something, and there was an indistinct sound in his throat. But Yu Jingzhong just looked at him, shook his head, reached out and turned off the red button of the pacemaker.
In an instant, the old man's body bounced, and then he tried his best to open his mouth, and his face spasmed sharply. At that moment, his whole body was like a snake with a twitched spine. He terribly pushed himself twice, and then suddenly fell on the bed and stopped breathing.
His round eyes stared straight at the void, his pupils quickly slackened, covered with a layer of white nebula.
Yu Jingzhong closed his eyes heavily.
A few seconds later he opened his eyes again, and the momentary weakness and hesitation vanished without a trace. He took out his mobile phone and took a few pictures of the dead old man on the hospital bed, then pushed the body out of the bed, picked up Yan Lanyu and put it on top, and quickly turned on the respiratory therapy machine and monitor.
Vital signs were displayed on the bedside center monitor screen, along with a very weak heartbeat, blood pressure that had dropped to horrific, and slowly stabilized with treatment. Yu Jingzhong took a half step back as if he had collapsed, and heaved a long, complete sigh of relief.
"It's okay," he murmured, "you're still alive."
He set the photo on his mobile phone as an attachment, without carefully selecting the recipient, and sent it out in a group.
He can imagine what kind of sensation this text message will cause at this moment, how many people will revel all night, how many people will rebel on the spot, how many people who are hesitating will immediately make up their minds, and how many underwater forces will cause huge turmoil and shuffling. - He doesn't care about these, he doesn't even care how many people are gnashing their teeth and wishing him to die.
He just raised his head and looked at the pale and serene face of the boy.
"Fortunately," he repeated, "you're still alive."
Yu Jingzhong sat down on the ground, took out the blood-soaked cigarette from the pocket of the corpse beside him, lit it up, and took a big gulp. In the rising white mist, he raised his trembling hands and wiped the corners of his eyes.